Because who doesn't want to be regaled with the minutiae floating around in my brain?
That's what I thought.
Monday, June 8, 2009
As the Employees of My Roofing Contractor Take Turns Driving by to Puzzle over This
We can start up a pool to ascertain exactly what the heck this is about. It goes all the way around the roof, with random shingles snapped off.
My dad says wind, but I'm postulating a raccoon hit ordered by the starlings who've suffered in my basement. Or could it be human meddling wrought by neighborhood toughs who travel with collapsible ladders?
It's hard not to take it personally. This is what I get for going on vacation.